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Reading books can make memories that will last a lifetime.
A Bedtime Story
In my footie pajamas, I crawl onto my dad's lap and snuggle up close to his flannel shirt. Soap and water can't hide his farmer's cologne--a blend of sheep, hay, and soil.
He always begins my stories in the same way, "In the land of here and now and right away, lived a little girl named Gwen, or was it Amy?
"Her hair was golden blonde or black. Does it matter?
"She was your age. Or was she older? Or a little younger? Oh, you know, it doesn't really matter.
"She lived a humdrum life, in a ho-hum way, but one day, one day..."
He recounts one of my daily adventures and makes it magical. I'm rocked to sleep by his words. My dad is a magnificent storyteller.
Virtual Reading...
Wednesday, November 4
This short story was inspired by my years working as an Early Childhood Educator caring for children in daycare centres.
(Thank you for your input on this--I truly appreciate it.)
Next Sunday...
Book Review: How to Pronounce Knife
Souvankham Thammavongsa
Short story collection
Short-listed for the Scotiabank Giller Prize
